Job Hating

I hate my job right now. I'm totally stressed out and unhappy. I'm thinking of quitting. Actually, at work today I blurted out, "I hate this job. I quit!" No one noticed. Too bad.

Tomorrow morning, I have to take this baby to a clinic to determine if the mom dropped the baby on her head. Mom claims that the bump on the baby's head is a "birthmark." I hope she's right.

On Monday, I have go testify in court. The judge called me in to find out why I left this blind baby with her mom when the mom was in a domestic violence relationship with the baby daddy. The mom got beat up when she was pregnant by the baby daddy and almost had a miscarriage. The mom never got a restraining order, but said that she wanted to get it. The court can't give it to her because she needs to serve the baby daddy, but the baby daddy's homeless now and can't be found.

This is too much drama in one person's life. Make it all go away!

Pinkberry AGAIN

I have a confession. I'm addicted to Pinkberry. It's this non-fat yogurt in both regular and green tea flavors and you can get it with all sorts of toppings. My choice is the regular flavored yogurt with fresh mango. I'm drooling as I write this even though I just had some.

I went with a large group to the one in Koreatown and the line was super long. Of course there were no seats available so we were eyeing the tables like hawks. We got three tables in this one section and were waiting for a fouth table in the section to open up. An older man and a woman were sitting there and had just finished their yogurt. The woman disappears. A little while later, the woman comes back with a large yogurt with lots of different toppings. We were all like, "Yeah, it's that good."

Back to the Drawing Board

Alright! It's a new year and a fresh start. I like that about the new year. It's time to put the past behind and look forward to the future. The sky's the limit and there is much hope.

Due to the holidays and some trips I took, my diet and workout plan has gone down the toilet. "Body for Life" was very time consuming and the results were not very motivating. After working out six days a week for two weeks and eating six small meals a day, my jeans felt tighter. Oh, hell no! I don't care if it's muscle. I quit!

I don't have resolutions, but I do have some goals for this year.

1) Learn to play the guitar - gonna take a class at a community college
2) Learn to speak Spanish - gonna buy that program that they always advertise
3) Lose 15 pounds - my plan "Don't eat as much and exercise" (advice given to me by a
homeless, developmentally delayed man on how to lose weight)
4) Save money
5) Learn about buying a home - gonna take a class at a community college